Wait Until You See Her Now—She Went 25 Years Without Cutting Her Hair.
Everybody has occasionally the want to change up one or more aspects of their appearance.
Whether it’s the uninteresting hairstyle we’ve had for years or the clothes we became tired of, a small change is always refreshing.
American Rosa Ramirez thought it was finally time for a haircut after going 25 years without one.
She got so long in her hair that she occasionally walked on it.
Over the years, her husband had tried to convince her to change her hairstyle, but she had always been quite proud of her 1.5 meter long hair.
After twenty-five years of hard work, she eventually had enough and, with a few of her friends, went to the hairdresser to get her hair cut shoulder-length.
Owner of the hair salon Eda Motchka said of Ramirez, “We love to see different things done on customers—different styles— and we meet very often and I always see her the same way.”
However, she was doing that for a purpose. Four feet of Rosa’s hair were donated to Locks of Love, a foundation that makes wigs for children whose hair has been lost due to cancer.
“I believe it could brighten the day of someone who is afflicted with a serious illness,” Ramirez remarked.
Seeing Rosa’s development is quite intriguing. Check out the video below to see it in action.
I’M 74 AND ADOPTED A GERMAN SHEPHERD WHOSE OWNERS WANTED TO EUTHANIZE.
The phone call came unexpectedly, my son’s voice laced with concern. “Mom,” he said, “you won’t believe this. There’s a beautiful German Shepherd at the shelter, and they were about to euthanize him!” My heart sank. How could anyone even consider such a thing?
He explained that the young couple who brought him in, the ones who had raised him from a puppy, were moving and simply couldn’t “handle a big dog anymore.” The thought of them discarding Hunter like a piece of unwanted furniture filled me with a rage I hadn’t felt in years.
“I’ll take him,” I declared, my voice firm.
“Mom,” my son hesitated, “He’s a big dog. Are you sure you can handle him? You’re not getting any younger.”
“I’ve had big dogs before,” I retorted, my voice rising. “And besides, I’m not going to let some irresponsible people decide his fate.”
The next day, I drove to the shelter, my heart pounding. The sight of Hunter, standing forlornly in his kennel, almost broke my heart. He was magnificent, with a thick, jet-black coat and eyes that held a hint of sadness. As I approached, he whined softly, his tail thumping against the kennel wall.
From the moment I stepped into his kennel, I knew he was meant to be mine. He nuzzled my hand, his fur soft against my skin, and I felt an instant connection. The shelter staff assured me he was well-behaved and gentle, and I knew it was true. I took him home that day, a wave of relief washing over me.
Life with Hunter has been a joy. He follows me everywhere, his presence a constant comfort. He curls up at my feet during the day, his head resting on my lap, and sleeps soundly beside my bed at night, a watchful guardian. He’s a gentle giant, never once causing any trouble. He’s the best listener, patiently enduring my rambling stories and offering silent companionship.
Sometimes, I catch him watching me, his golden eyes filled with a deep affection that melts my heart. I know he knows he was rescued, that he understands he has a home now, a safe haven. And in those moments, I feel a profound sense of gratitude.
Hunter has brought a renewed sense of purpose to my life. He’s taught me about unconditional love, about the importance of giving back, and about the resilience of the human-animal bond. He’s a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope, always a chance for redemption. And most importantly, he’s my family now, and I will never let him go.
This story emphasizes the emotional connection between humans and their pets, highlighting themes of rescue, companionship, and the importance of providing a loving home for animals in need.
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